So saturday morning was one of those perfect runs- I ran 3 miles with my neighbor, it was just a fast easy great coversation kind of run as we were ending I realized I really really didn't want to...so I decided to keep going and keep going I did for another 3 miles. The next three miles alone I prayed, I poundered, and I ran strong and fast. It felt so good to be able to run strong- since feeling strong and healthy really haven't been feelings I have had of late. I thanked my Heavenly Father for this speical moment to be back in my game. I came home with great plans for my day...and then it happened. My vision went blurry, I got light headed. No biggy right? I drank a glass of water, made me some breakfast, drank more water, took a shower, drank more water. Nothing helped in fact at this point I was dizzy and my head was killing me. I climbed back in bed and didn't move until 2 in the afternoon! I should have stopped at 3 miles I guess I am not that strong or healthy- but o'well at least I got a good prayer in :) and 6 miles is actually decent milage for the day!
No Connor isn't sleeping through the night yet. In fact, he still wakes up more than once most nights despite my best 'you-have-got-to-get-on-a-routine' techniques. But I have been dying to get back out there. These past couple of months have left me feeling unstable for reasons you're both aware of and all I could keep thinking was, "I NEED a good run." So yesterday morning I decided I was back in the game. I'm already exhausted so why not? I went yesterday and this morning. It felt amazing. I am so.dang.tired. but it's totally been worth it. I suddenly feel like Lori. No sleep and still functioning. It must come with having more than one kid. Well at least it did for me....I'm always trying to be like you Lor! And I was even chipper in your honor yesterday Erin. Man I miss you guys.